I live To Dream. The wakening moment is spent yearning, for the blissful embrace of night.

Even as the day churns slowly through and i slog step after step hopelessly reconstructing the swiftly shattering gleams of ever-after shoving together mismatched shards throwing up support after support and in attempt to ward of the quakes of consciousness reverberating from the first crack of wordily recognition till the final whisper before the fall.

Into the sublime subconscious and a thousand new worlds each more real then my own. but as if in taunt this all slips away in but a flash, shoving me back into the froth and mist of the world out side step by step i slog through anger, stress and injury all for but a glimpse into the only light i know in the engulfing abyss of mortality

Silverdream wrote:I live To Dream. The wakening moment is spent yearning, for the blissful embrace of night.

Even as the day churns slowly through and i slog step after step hopelessly reconstructing the swiftly shattering gleams of ever-after shoving together mismatched shards throwing up support after support and in attempt to ward of the quakes of consciousness reverberating from the first crack of wordily recognition till the final whisper before the fall.

Into the sublime subconscious and a thousand new worlds each more real then my own. but as if in taunt this all slips away in but a flash, shoving me back into the froth and mist of the world out side step by step i slog through anger, stress and injury all for but a glimpse into the only light i know in the engulfing abyss of mortality

The opening paragraph gets you excited but then it's just a lot of boring talk about how reality sucks. Needs more dreams.

Silverdream wrote:Gaze upon my marble complexionAnd fall in love with my still perfectionI am a maid of stone shaped by handsSkilled handsAll over my body.